Lion Head Mesa cypress

he resembled the mountains in the distance.

she soaked in the sight of him. a soldier without doubt. her father had not been wrong, but she dared not think about him ever being such. briefly she thought of her mother. if whatever had seized her would be stopped from reaching her by a man like him.

some blip of fear stirred in her heart, she dared her face to remain still.

if lapis eyes grew watery, she blinked it away and turned her gaze elsewhere.

my father says you're from mereo,